Lynch was still being carried deeper into the street by the three Wanderers. He could clearly smell the putrid stench gradually spreading around him, and not far away, hear the faint squeaks of rats. The Eye of Insight allowed him to remember all the streets and corners he passed by, and to identify every pair of watchful eyes hidden in the corners. He could even clearly see the daggers and cocked crossbows at their waists.
The three guys didn't know that the person on their shoulders was a Great Mage, so they didn't treat him with any politeness. Walking in the dark was inevitably bumpy, and the sturdy muscles on the strong man's shoulders made Lynch's chest and abdomen ache in waves. If he hadn't witnessed more brutal situations and tests, the Mage might have already vomited all his dinner.
